“An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.”
Haruki Murakami livro Auto-Retrato do Escritor enquanto Corredor de Fundo
Fonte: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.”
Haruki Murakami livro Auto-Retrato do Escritor enquanto Corredor de Fundo
Fonte: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.”
Haruki Murakami livro The Elephant Vanishes
Fonte: The Elephant Vanishes
Haruki Murakami livro Norwegian Wood
Fonte: Norwegian Wood
Haruki Murakami livro Sputnik Sweetheart
Fonte: Sputnik Sweetheart
“Artists are those who can evade the verbose.”
Haruki Murakami livro Kafka on the Shore
Fonte: Kafka on the Shore
Haruki Murakami livro Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Fonte: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Haruki Murakami livro Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Fonte: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Haruki Murakami livro The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Fonte: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
“People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.”
Haruki Murakami livro Dance Dance Dance
Fonte: Dance Dance Dance
Haruki Murakami livro Kafka on the Shore
Fonte: Kafka on the Shore
Haruki Murakami livro After Dark
Fonte: After Dark
Haruki Murakami livro Auto-Retrato do Escritor enquanto Corredor de Fundo
Fonte: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.”
Haruki Murakami livro A Wild Sheep Chase
Fonte: A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel (1982), Chapter 40, The Rat Who Wound the Clock
“I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.”
Haruki Murakami livro Norwegian Wood
Fonte: Norwegian Wood
Haruki Murakami livro Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Variante: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
Fonte: Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985), Chapter 19: Hamburgers,Skyline and Deadline
Fonte: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Contexto: Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy. Sure, I'd gotten tired of this tiny space, but I'd had a good home here. In the time it takes to swill two cans of beer, all had had sublimed like morning mist. My job, my whiskey, my peace and quiet, my solitude, my Sormerset Maugham, and John Ford collections-all of it trashed and worthless.